Chapter 22: Swear to God, He’s a Fucking Psycho
"What the hell is going on," I muttered, scanning the line of people who’d stepped forward with me. One... two... ten... fifteen... twenty...
I turned to count. Twenty-eight. Maybe twenty-nine if you included the guy in the back who kept hesitating.
That was it.
Less than thirty of us stood in front, out of ninety-five.
No, no, no. This can’t be right. My stomach twisted.
We needed fifty. Fifty to leave. That was the deal.
I looked at Carter. He was already turning to the rest of them, pleading. "Guys..." he called out. "We agreed. We all agreed. We said we’d stand together. Please....what’s happening?"
No one said anything.
He took a few steps forward. "Have you all forgotten how they murdered those people in front of us? Huh? Do you want to be next?". "Is money really worth your life?!"
A few more people, just a handful stepped forward. But that was it.
"You have ten minutes to make your decision," the voice echoed coldly from the speakers. "Once the alarm goes off, that’s it."